Steven Harris

Sex and Drugs and The Roll. Poem by Steven Harris

Standing outside a smokey music bar in pouringthe passengers inside being liftedto musical heavenrocked and rolled into completesatisfactionheads full of different kind of tripsnone of it wrongthat roll is stuck to there skinnone of them high flyers aretrying to shake it offand i'm stuck out here waiting to get homei've had my flight for the eveningi've had my fair share of the roll i've had my fair share standing onthe shoulders of the peopletime to relax and regrouptime to sit back and let my eyesand ears and feet get back to the groundrock and rollsex and drugs and rock and roll.